Live my life, just comfortably
getting older is natural, anyway
but, when I think about how much time
I have left to spend with my mom and dad, I fall short of breath
I quickly want to become the husband
of a wife that makes my heart comfortable but
I’m still a baby who can’t take care of his own body, a baby
I have to sober up quickly from the alcohol I drink every time I lose sleep
when I think about who will I live with in the future
to be less calculating I’ll increase my worth more
instead of sweet solo life, except eating alone
loneliness is the cellulite I can’t get rid of
some scenes in my life are filmed in loneliness
if I keep drinking beer alone my belly will stick out
my happy ending is here, I’m at my movie’s credits